“I am 36 years old, the oldest of three. They grow up, I was basically the third father – investigation, cleaning, children’s rooms While my mother and father worked late or did not feel dealt with us.
They were not offensive, but they were absent. It was not emotionally available, embarrassed, and the type of people who believed that “offering a ceiling” was all that was required by paternity and motherhood.
They made it clear that I was expected to take care of them when they became the elderly. My parents have even joking about how to “pay” for my upbringing. This joke stopped being funny when I was thirty years old, and they started ordering money.
Both are now retired and struggle financially. My brothers do not help. So guess those who came?
I. The person who guilty, admired him, and took a warranty of it.
This time, they said, “If you don’t help us, we may end up homeless – and that will be your mistake.”
I said no.
I told them frankly: I am not their retirement plan. I did not ask the newborn, and I am sure that hell does not agree to lifetime debts for the basic paternity and motherhood. Call me not full. He said I “give up the family.”
no. I finally choose I.
Let the golden child’s brothers climb – or perhaps the system that ignored their entire lives. i’m done.”
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